Arrkein

Being a bottom feeder in society is an unpleasant experience.

That's how Kiro felt after being left for dead in a back alley. Abandoned and disappointed by the 'work hard' ethic his parents left for him.

'At least the heavens are weeping for me.'	As the light from his eyes faded, he declared as the last act of defiance.

He awoke in a room he hadn't seen in ten years. Whether it was due to sheer luck or divine intervention, he was grateful.

'Through the VR game, Asgard, I'll become filthy rich in this life time.'


Kiro was blissfully unaware that his return was a cry for something greater, for the underlying threats that hovered over his world.

The Earth After Rebirth

Kiro didn't need another authoritative position within the school, but the coach wasn't asking for his opinion on the matter, they were better than the rest. Their job, as per Coach Smith, was to help everyone who wasn't.

He was one person, whom couldn't tend to everyone that was there. So the help was very much welcome to him.

"We need to win this cup, we can't lose to those beneath us." He shouted as if preparing them for a war.

"What makes them beneath us..." Kiro mumbled as he was helping Nikolai. His cheeky comment earned him a laughter from his friend but a frown from the coach.

"Nothing Coach." He gave him an innocent smile.

Though Coach Smith didn't buy it, so he walked up to him. "Don't just help your friends, the entire team needs you. Go help that kid." He said pointing to Ursa.

First Date